The Female Poets of AmericaCarey and Hart, 1849 - 400 sidor Biographical sketches and selections of poetry from over one hundred American poets including Anne Bradstreet, Lydia Maria Child, Lucy Carion, and Harriet Beecher Stowe. |
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Sida 27
... smile , Their verdure heightened , and enriched their soil . Hence the enraptured swains began to know That joys serene from moral pleasures flow ; The happy rustic pitied now the king , That could not , like the cheerful shepherd ...
... smile , Their verdure heightened , and enriched their soil . Hence the enraptured swains began to know That joys serene from moral pleasures flow ; The happy rustic pitied now the king , That could not , like the cheerful shepherd ...
Sida 44
... smile . I said to cold Neglect and Scorn , Pass on - I heed you not ; Ye may pursue me till my form And being are forgot ; Yet still the spirit , which you see Undaunted by your wiles , Draws from its own nobility Its highborn smiles ...
... smile . I said to cold Neglect and Scorn , Pass on - I heed you not ; Ye may pursue me till my form And being are forgot ; Yet still the spirit , which you see Undaunted by your wiles , Draws from its own nobility Its highborn smiles ...
Sida 49
... smile had left its trace On her lip at the parting breath , And the beauty in that lovely face Was fixed with the seal of death ! THE CONSIGNMENT . FIRE , my hand is on the key , And the cabinet must ope ! I shall now consign to thee ...
... smile had left its trace On her lip at the parting breath , And the beauty in that lovely face Was fixed with the seal of death ! THE CONSIGNMENT . FIRE , my hand is on the key , And the cabinet must ope ! I shall now consign to thee ...
Sida 53
... smile , though the monster Want Stood haggard and wan in her sight . She pressed her feet on the cold damp floor , And crushed her hands on her heart , Or stood like a statue so still and pale , Lest a tear or a cry should start . Her ...
... smile , though the monster Want Stood haggard and wan in her sight . She pressed her feet on the cold damp floor , And crushed her hands on her heart , Or stood like a statue so still and pale , Lest a tear or a cry should start . Her ...
Sida 56
... smile- " T was near her sister's mound : She culled it with a smile , And played with it awhile , Then scattered it around . I did not chill her heart , Nor turn its gush to tears ; I did not chill her heart- Oh , bitter drops will ...
... smile- " T was near her sister's mound : She culled it with a smile , And played with it awhile , Then scattered it around . I did not chill her heart , Nor turn its gush to tears ; I did not chill her heart- Oh , bitter drops will ...
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Sida 45 - I walked the ocean strand; A pearly shell was in my hand : I stooped and wrote upon the sand My name — the year — the day. As onward from the spot I passed, One lingering look behind I cast : A wave came rolling high and fast, And washed my lines away.
Sida 371 - Among the beautiful pictures That hang on Memory's wall Is one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all : Not for its gnarled oaks olden, Dark with the mistletoe ; Not for the violets golden That sprinkle the vale below ; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant...
Sida 275 - Labor is rest — from the sorrows that greet us, Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill.
Sida 371 - I once had a little brother, With eyes that were dark and deep — In the lap of that old dim forest He licth in peace asleep: Light as the down of the thistle, Free as the winds that blow, We roved there the beautiful summers, The summers of long ago...
Sida 352 - Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw ; If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal and woe...
Sida 95 - Unfathomed and resistless. God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead ; and the cloud Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give Thy voice of thunder power to speak of Him Eternally, — bidding the lip of man Keep silence, — and upon thy rocky altar pour Incense of awe-struck praise.
Sida 385 - WE wreathed about our darling's head The morning-glory bright ; Her little face looked out beneath, So full of life and light, So lit as with a sunrise, That we could only say, " She is the morning-glory true, And her poor types are they.
Sida 329 - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea ; For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there.
Sida 89 - I'll believe thee; Veil, if ill, thy soul's intent, Let me think it innocent! Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure; All I ask is friendship's pleasure; Let the shining ore lie darkling,— Bring no gem in lustre sparkling; Gifts and gold are naught to me, I would only look on thee!
Sida 275 - Pause not to dream of the future before us ; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er...